Wednesday, July 31, 2019

And So It Goes...



Though the leaves remain green
on all the August trees
still, a few are falling to the ground


and though the forest floor
is somber and still
yet, somewhere, I hear a rushing sound


and looking up, I see
above the canopy
a proud sycamore roaring in the breeze



and so it goes and goes
walking beneath the wind
beneath the sky and beneath the trees

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